The ultimate Day

Why you liked to leave ?

Don’t say,

I take pity on you

Or it doesn’t go well with me

Even ,if it is so

There were harder times

May be

The past days wake you up

If you feel remorse

From the fit of oblivion

Think in our first joy

The first date wasn’t

Like the last date

Are tears made for us ?

Are candles made for others ?

Is the flower grown for love ?

Or love is made for the flower ?

Should we drink bitterness ?

And the ultimate day should come ?*